Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.